Onboard Alexia and
Sandra's shuttle, Alexia is trying to wake up Sandra from her rest. "Sandra!
Sandra! Wake up!" Alexia screams. Sandra bolts from her seat and looks around,
with a look of fear on her face, manages to gasp out a few words. "Where are
we?" "We're at our first stop," Alexia answers calmly, but surpresses a giggle,
"the L1 Colony Sector." "Well why did you scare the living daylights out of me?"
Sandra groans. "How else could I wake you up? You sleep like a log." Alexia
smirks. "Anyway, are we at the loading docks yet?" Sandra asks as she slumps
back into her seat. "Yes, and our instructions are to let the crew load up the
cargo." Alexia states to Sandra. "Aww... I wanna see our presents now..." Sandra
whines. "No, our parents told us that we can only see them when we arrive at the
Mars Colony, not before" Alexia, reluctantly, reminds her sister. As the two
massive transport boxes are loaded, the sisters wonder what they could be. With
the loading complete, they continue on their journey to the Mars
Colony.BRBRMeanwhile, onboard the Zenron, Xenlar is awaken from his rest by
the cockpit's alarm. As he checks to see what is going on, he realizes that he
is at his destination, Mars. But a warning pops up on his viewing screen, and
warns him that he is entering the atmosphere at a high velocity. Too late.
Before he can do anything, the Zenron slams into the atmosphere as it struggles
to remain intact. Grasping the situation, Xenlar channels a large portion of his
psionic energy to the suit's shield generator. While trying to maintain the
shield, he searches for a suitable landing area. The display on the viewing
screen plots his current flightpath to the nothern glacial region of the planet.
Seeing that it will put him away from most of the major inhabited sectors, he
decides that it is a suitable location to land. After, a somewhat hard, landing,
Xenlar climbs out of his suit to survey any if the is any damage, caused by the
entry and landing, to the suit. There is none. "The time to help the humans is
at hand." He commands himself as he scans the area for any signs of life.
Suddenly the snow and ice beneath him gives way. Before he can pull his wits
together, he falls into the darkness. Sliding down into the darkness, he tries
to stop himself, to no avail. After a solid thud onto the hard metal floor.
Metal? Before he could think of anything else, a bright light appears in front
of Xenlar, nearly blinding him. A voice chuckles in the light. "Who might you be
trespassing on my base?" Channeling forth his energies into his psionic blade.
The energy blade emerges bright and strong, as if to frighten this potential
enemy. "I am Xenlar, of the Warriors of Calas, and who might you be?" "As much
as it is to none of your concern, my name is Lucas, Lucas Lacriox." Lucas
presses something on the console near him, and dims the light to allow Xenlar to
recover his bearings. "And I am rather surprised that you managed to make it all
the way to my base at all. I tracked your ship for some time now. I have been
expecting you, but do you come as a threat to my home, or an ally to help us
fight against that large fleet of ships that is approaching us?" Stopping the
flow of energy to his blade to show his intent, Xenlar kneels down on one knee,
with his hand across his heart. "I come to aid this system's people, in the hope
of protecting it from the destruction that is nearly here." "Well, since you are
alone, I feel that I can trust you. But what I really want to know, is what are
you, and what is going on?" Lucas asks. "My race, the Cranos, have been
searching for a new home for generations, because our home planet was destroyed.
And now, we have found a suitable system to live in; yours. Though some of my
kind feel that our species can coexist, the high command has chosen to eleminate
your species, so that only we rule." Lucas sighs, and seems to shows his age. "I
see. Well, we need all the help we can get because the people of this system
live peaceful and happy lives." "I am commanded to help. Though, I am curious,
why would you have a base in such a barren area?" Xenlar asks Lucas. "I don't
believe in peace and pacificim. That's why I have a my base hidden here. I also
seem to remember that you came here in a ship?" Lucas leans back against the
wall to ease the tension from his feet. "Curses! I almost forgot! I cannot leave
it out in the open!" Xenlar shouts. "Not to worry, friend, you luckly landed on
my entrance. I already transported it into one of my hangers. You can stay here
for as long as you want, though on one condition." "Yes?" Xenlar worries a bit.
"I would like to have a look at you ship one day. Though now is not the time, we
must prepare." Xenlar begins to follow Lucas as he leads them to the
communications room. He wonders what Lucas has in mind of doing.
Meanwhile, Logan completes his task of preparing for Alexia and sandra's
arrival. Though he still feels that it would have gone much more quicker with
Williams help. How does he manage to push himself so hard? Logan wonders.
Brushing the thought away, he makes his way to the mobile suit hangers to work
on his mobile suit, the Gundam Neo-Epyon. On the way, he catches a glimps of
William in the training simulator. The stench of sweat eminates from the
simulator. William strains with exhaustion, ever trying to be better. Way too
hard, Logan worries. Pulling himself away from the room, Logan continues on his
way to the hangers. As Logan completes his work on his mobile suit, he decides
to do some maintenance work on his brother's mobile suit, the Magna-Tallgeese.
After a fair day's work, Logan decides to call it a day. Making his way to his
room, he avoids passing the training simulator room. Not wanting to see his
brother passed out from exhaustion. I better wake him early tomorrow, so he can
get ready to greet our guests, Logan thinks as he enters his sleeping quarters.
As he begins to drift into sleep, he wonders what his guests will be like. As
The SilverDart's rest, Lucas and Xenlar prepare for the struggle ahead, and the
sisters make their final approach to their destination, the time for action is
nearly at hand.
Sandra's shuttle, Alexia is trying to wake up Sandra from her rest. "Sandra!
Sandra! Wake up!" Alexia screams. Sandra bolts from her seat and looks around,
with a look of fear on her face, manages to gasp out a few words. "Where are
we?" "We're at our first stop," Alexia answers calmly, but surpresses a giggle,
"the L1 Colony Sector." "Well why did you scare the living daylights out of me?"
Sandra groans. "How else could I wake you up? You sleep like a log." Alexia
smirks. "Anyway, are we at the loading docks yet?" Sandra asks as she slumps
back into her seat. "Yes, and our instructions are to let the crew load up the
cargo." Alexia states to Sandra. "Aww... I wanna see our presents now..." Sandra
whines. "No, our parents told us that we can only see them when we arrive at the
Mars Colony, not before" Alexia, reluctantly, reminds her sister. As the two
massive transport boxes are loaded, the sisters wonder what they could be. With
the loading complete, they continue on their journey to the Mars
Colony.BRBRMeanwhile, onboard the Zenron, Xenlar is awaken from his rest by
the cockpit's alarm. As he checks to see what is going on, he realizes that he
is at his destination, Mars. But a warning pops up on his viewing screen, and
warns him that he is entering the atmosphere at a high velocity. Too late.
Before he can do anything, the Zenron slams into the atmosphere as it struggles
to remain intact. Grasping the situation, Xenlar channels a large portion of his
psionic energy to the suit's shield generator. While trying to maintain the
shield, he searches for a suitable landing area. The display on the viewing
screen plots his current flightpath to the nothern glacial region of the planet.
Seeing that it will put him away from most of the major inhabited sectors, he
decides that it is a suitable location to land. After, a somewhat hard, landing,
Xenlar climbs out of his suit to survey any if the is any damage, caused by the
entry and landing, to the suit. There is none. "The time to help the humans is
at hand." He commands himself as he scans the area for any signs of life.
Suddenly the snow and ice beneath him gives way. Before he can pull his wits
together, he falls into the darkness. Sliding down into the darkness, he tries
to stop himself, to no avail. After a solid thud onto the hard metal floor.
Metal? Before he could think of anything else, a bright light appears in front
of Xenlar, nearly blinding him. A voice chuckles in the light. "Who might you be
trespassing on my base?" Channeling forth his energies into his psionic blade.
The energy blade emerges bright and strong, as if to frighten this potential
enemy. "I am Xenlar, of the Warriors of Calas, and who might you be?" "As much
as it is to none of your concern, my name is Lucas, Lucas Lacriox." Lucas
presses something on the console near him, and dims the light to allow Xenlar to
recover his bearings. "And I am rather surprised that you managed to make it all
the way to my base at all. I tracked your ship for some time now. I have been
expecting you, but do you come as a threat to my home, or an ally to help us
fight against that large fleet of ships that is approaching us?" Stopping the
flow of energy to his blade to show his intent, Xenlar kneels down on one knee,
with his hand across his heart. "I come to aid this system's people, in the hope
of protecting it from the destruction that is nearly here." "Well, since you are
alone, I feel that I can trust you. But what I really want to know, is what are
you, and what is going on?" Lucas asks. "My race, the Cranos, have been
searching for a new home for generations, because our home planet was destroyed.
And now, we have found a suitable system to live in; yours. Though some of my
kind feel that our species can coexist, the high command has chosen to eleminate
your species, so that only we rule." Lucas sighs, and seems to shows his age. "I
see. Well, we need all the help we can get because the people of this system
live peaceful and happy lives." "I am commanded to help. Though, I am curious,
why would you have a base in such a barren area?" Xenlar asks Lucas. "I don't
believe in peace and pacificim. That's why I have a my base hidden here. I also
seem to remember that you came here in a ship?" Lucas leans back against the
wall to ease the tension from his feet. "Curses! I almost forgot! I cannot leave
it out in the open!" Xenlar shouts. "Not to worry, friend, you luckly landed on
my entrance. I already transported it into one of my hangers. You can stay here
for as long as you want, though on one condition." "Yes?" Xenlar worries a bit.
"I would like to have a look at you ship one day. Though now is not the time, we
must prepare." Xenlar begins to follow Lucas as he leads them to the
communications room. He wonders what Lucas has in mind of doing.
Meanwhile, Logan completes his task of preparing for Alexia and sandra's
arrival. Though he still feels that it would have gone much more quicker with
Williams help. How does he manage to push himself so hard? Logan wonders.
Brushing the thought away, he makes his way to the mobile suit hangers to work
on his mobile suit, the Gundam Neo-Epyon. On the way, he catches a glimps of
William in the training simulator. The stench of sweat eminates from the
simulator. William strains with exhaustion, ever trying to be better. Way too
hard, Logan worries. Pulling himself away from the room, Logan continues on his
way to the hangers. As Logan completes his work on his mobile suit, he decides
to do some maintenance work on his brother's mobile suit, the Magna-Tallgeese.
After a fair day's work, Logan decides to call it a day. Making his way to his
room, he avoids passing the training simulator room. Not wanting to see his
brother passed out from exhaustion. I better wake him early tomorrow, so he can
get ready to greet our guests, Logan thinks as he enters his sleeping quarters.
As he begins to drift into sleep, he wonders what his guests will be like. As
The SilverDart's rest, Lucas and Xenlar prepare for the struggle ahead, and the
sisters make their final approach to their destination, the time for action is
nearly at hand.